After agreeing with Jack Sparrow for Christmas, Dean Winchester asked for them to come with him that day, and William thought for a moment and agreed.

After they were all gone, William glanced at the time and said to Watson, "It's almost noon, would you like to have lunch together······?" Pasta, how? ”

“······ Good choice. ”

Watson paused for a moment, watched William go in to find pasta, nodded helplessly, and said.

To this, William nodded.

When the pasta was ready, William brought up a lot of fruit and coffee after the meal.

At this time, Sherlock had already come out, he put his phone by his side, and whenever a moan sounded, he didn't care about Watson's puzzled eyes, calmly picked up his phone to look at it, and then put it aside.

William was also very curious about Sherlock's phone, as if since Sherlock announced that they were trying to be lovers, maybe at other times, he always felt that his eyes were always looking at Sherlock inadvertently, which was something that had never happened before, maybe he paid attention to it, but he didn't realize it.

Sherlock meticulously forked the grapes to eat, slender fingers, knuckles, rounded nails, neatly trimmed, he held the fork very elegantly, it can be seen that he has received a good education, the silver-white fork glows with cold light, the purple grapes on the fork are like a purple gem, slowly put into his pink lips, chew slowly.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Sherlock said, picking up another grape and putting it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

"Huh?"

William was stunned for a moment, he looked at Sherlock, opened his eyes a little weakly, and said, "You asked me?" ”

"Of course," said Sherlock, turning his gaze to William, "Watson wouldn't stare at me like that all the time except you. ”

“······ How do you know if I look at you if you don't look at me? ”

William paused for a moment and said in a rhetorical voice.

"You don't need to 'see,'" Sherlock said, holding a grape to William's lips and saying in a serious manner, "if you want to eat it, you can tell it to me, though I don't mind feeding you······ Well, I heard that feeding each other can enhance the relationship, although we will eat each other's saliva, but since we have done it, saliva is not a problem······ I'll try to get used to it, your saliva. ”

“······ If you don't salivate all the time, don't you feel nauseous? ”

William twitched, looked at the grapes in front of his lips and asked deliberately disgusted.

"Disgusting? The daily secretion of normal people is about 1.0 to 1.5 liters, and the organic matter mainly includes mucin, mucopolysaccharides, salivary amylase, lysozyme, immunoglobulins, blood group substances, urea, uric acid and free amino acids······"

Sherlock gushed endlessly, William silently turned his face sideways, looked at Watson on the side, saw him leisurely drinking coffee, his face was comfortable, and couldn't help but say, "Sherlock, did we fail yesterday's mission?" ”

"Just now, McCroft sent a message saying that we don't have to worry about this matter," Sherlock said here, without the slightest sadness or atmosphere on his face.

"That's really good news."

William said, subconsciously looking at Sherlock's mobile phone, endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Then do you still contact Erin Adler?" ”

"I didn't contact her, not once."

Sherlock explained, picking up a cup of coffee and taking a sip.

"Okay, okay, you didn't."

William said with a helpless look at Sherlock.

"I'm going to clean up the plates," said William, intending to fold the leftover plates and take them away to the kitchen, only to be snatched by Watson.

"Since it's your lunch, I'll wash the dishes."

Watson said, winking at William, silently saying "come on" to him, and then glancing at Sherlock's resemblance, apparently signaling William and Sherlock to get along well.

"I ·····"

Before William could finish speaking, he heard the doorbell ring, and he paused, and saw Watson pointing to the plate, and Sherlock was reading the newspaper, so he had to go over and open the door himself.

When the door was opened, a young man in his twenties, with chestnut hair and brown eyes, deep dark circles under his eyes, a pale face, messy hair, and a very panicked look, he saw William and asked hopefully, "Does Sherlock Holmes live here?" ”

Seeing this, William instantly understood the purpose of the young man's visit.

"Yes," said William, calling the young man in, "please come in, Sherlock is here." ”

With that, William shouted at Sherlock, "Sherlock, there's a guest coming. ”

After taking the young man to the couch and making it, William brought him a cup of hot coffee, and he took a sip of coffee in his trembling hands, and then he made up his mind and said, "I'm Jim, Jim Horston." ”

Jim Horston said this, glanced at Sherlock, then at William and Watson, and said, "I'm a GAY." ”

"You can see," Sherlock said unconcernedly, "please continue." ”

Jim Horston swallowed his saliva and told the story.

"I found a very handsome man in the bar, and I wanted to say hello to him, but I never had the courage to say it, so I kept a sneaky eye on him, and I knew that he would order a drink at the bar at eight o'clock every night." 'Blue Storm', and drank slowly, and would leave at ten o'clock, until five days ago, when I saw him leave the bar at ten o'clock, but, when it was almost eleven o'clock, I went to the toilet and found him in the toilet, and he was looking in the mirror and when he saw me, he smiled at me. ”

"I thought I was wrong that day, and the next day I went to the bar to wait for him, and when it was ten o'clock, I watched him walk out, and I didn't know what to think at the time, I wanted to go to the toilet at the same time that day? Then, at the same time that day, I went to the toilet, and then, again, I saw him looking in the mirror again, exactly the same posture as the last time, three days in a row, every day was the same time, but, just the morning before yesterday, I found out in the newspaper that he had accidentally fallen into the water and drowned, and that he had been dead for two days. ”

"You know that's impossible, I've been watching him for the past few days, I saw him in the bathroom looking in the mirror that day, how could he die?"

Jim Horston said, as if he had thought of something terrifying, and couldn't help but tremble, "You know what I saw yesterday? When I went to the bar yesterday, I saw him in the toilet again! ”

"Isn't he dead?"

Hearing this, Watson couldn't help but say.

"Yes, he's supposed to be dead," said Jim Horston with a look of horror, "and I looked at the name on it, and it was indeed his······ Shouldn't he have drowned a long time ago, how could he be in a bar? ”

"That's a good trick," Sherlock's eyes lit up suddenly, "what is the purpose of using two people to cover his line?" ”

"What, two people used to hide his route?" Watson listened inexplicably and asked Sherlock.

"Didn't you figure it out," Sherlock explained, "the people he saw were actually two different people, maybe twins, maybe deliberately dressed up to resemble each other, but, for some reason, one of the two of them died, but one of their activities could not be stopped because of the man's 'accidental death,' and they took the risk." ”

"What are they hiding?"

Seeing this, William asked.

"Yes," Sherlock said, "should be something important." ”

With that, Sherlock turned his gaze to Jim Horston and said, "What's the name of that bar?" ”

"Huh?" Jim Horston paused for a moment and subconsciously said, "Black hell." ”

Getting the answer, Sherlock got up and picked up his coat as if heading out.

"Do you think there's something wrong with that bar?"

William said, picking up his coat and preparing to follow Sherlock.

"Hey, you're going to that bar?"

Seeing this, Jim Horston immediately said, "That's GAY, straight men are not welcome to go in, and if you want to go in, you either prove that you are also GAY, or, an acquaintance will take you in." ”

"Is that so?"

Sherlock nodded knowingly, "I think we can go in." ”

"But ······"

Jim Horston shook his head and said with a look of horror, "I don't want to go there anymore." ”

"We don't need you to lead," Sherlock said unconcernedly.

"That ······" How do you get there?

Before Jim Horston could finish asking, he saw Sherlock jerk over William, who was tied with a scarf, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "We're a couple, so we don't need you." ”

Sherlock said, pulling a stunned William outside.

By the time William came to his senses, they were already on Baker Street, their hands still clasped together.

"Sherlock ·····"

William's face burst red, and Sherlock's kiss, like a dragonfly in water, was like a slow motion in his heart, slowly broadcast frame by frame, which made William couldn't help but feel excited.

"Send Watson a text message."

Sherlock interrupted William and said, "Tell him, follow the guy just now." ”

"Huh?" Seeing this, William threw aside his messy thoughts just now, and asked suspiciously, "Why, did that person lie?" ”

"No, he didn't lie, it was because he didn't lie that he couldn't live."

Sherlock said, calling for a line of taxis.

When the two got into the rental, Sherlock didn't reveal the name of the bar, but instead gave the address of the nearby mall.

"Sherlock, aren't we going now?"

William asked, confused.

"We need to do some preparation."

Sherlock said, as if he finally realized that he was holding William's hand, and he lifted their hands to each other, and said with a blank face, "It's awkward, but it's bearable." ”

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